He raised from the body of the person he just killed, blood on his hands, jacket, and knives. His breathing was heavy as he stared, a crazed smile on his face.

He turned and quickly ran off, the snow under him tainted with blood, seeping into the dirt below. He had to somehow meet up with Dust and Horror, since they split up. .

«Someone probably saw me, but I could care less. .»

Killer said, panting as he ran.